As the blood-colored Bone Man Demon Red Butterfly left, the chair she sat on turned into blood-colored mist and dispersed, leaving only the monks in the cave screaming in pain.
On the side of the prison where Gu Qing was, in another cramped prison, Gu Changxing, one of the dozen or so monks who also stretched his arms into the blood-colored wall, looked a bit strange.
Glancing at the skinny monk on the left, Gu Changxing couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes as if he was on the verge of death.
Gu Qing's pale face moved slightly when he noticed that the white-bone human demon who called himself Hongdie had left. He found that after extending his arm into the wall here, an attraction force slightly weakened the confining power of the blood-colored chains around his body. Some.
His eyes flickered slightly, and Gu Qing tried to condense his consciousness into thin threads.
Like an ordinary person pulling a huge millstone, a very sluggish feeling emerged from the center of his eyebrows. With the loss of essence and blood in his body, a trace of his consciousness spread along the holes in the wall. His eyes were slightly closed, and his consciousness The consciousness comes into contact with a bloody miasma.
"Sure enough!"
Gu Qing remained calm and retracted the thin strand of spiritual consciousness between his brows.
He didn't act rashly.
It is still unknown whether the evil cultivator in the foundation building period of Liuji Mountain, the man named Xiao Moluo, has left at this moment.
To act rashly is to seek death.
He must wait.
Wait for the best time to come.
As Gu Qing struggled, the blood and essence in his body was on the verge of being depleted, and the pain in the hole in the blood-colored wall that he inserted into his arm had lessened a lot.
Soon the pain disappeared. He turned to look at the other monks in the prison and saw that the monks were pulling out his arms. He also pulled his arms out from the bloody wall. His arms were red. There were no obvious wounds, but the pores on his forearms became extremely enlarged. He took a few steps back and looked at the bloody wall in front of him.
This wall seems to be made of flesh and blood, with some texture, and it seems to be squirming slightly upon closer inspection.
Pei Ying, who was on the side, also retreated to Gu Qing, covering her slender arms, her face was bloodless, and she said with a bit of despair: "We will not stay here for several years or decades, until we die from exhaustion of life. Bar?"
"The premise is that you practice the techniques in this book well and become a 'blood cow', otherwise you will die of thirst and starvation, and you will not be eligible for death due to depletion of vitality."
Gu Qing took out the booklet Hongdie had just handed out from his arms. This booklet recorded a secret method of blood training. He had glanced at it before and stuffed it into his arms.
At a rough glance, the secret method of refining blood in this booklet is to allow monks to convert the breathed spiritual energy into qi and blood after practicing. This way, they can continuously produce essence and blood without having to eat, drink or defecate, which is very convenient.
All I can say is that the evil cultivators here really have some brains.
"Brother Lin, how did you still think about joking after being in such a situation?" Pei Ying almost cried when she heard this. She turned her eyes and looked at Gu Qing intently.
"Without him, you would probably die, so why should you be afraid?"
Gu Qing responded calmly.
He has always had this mentality.
There are billions of living beings in this world, and he is just the most ordinary one among them. Things like life and death are just like clouds rolling in and out, flowers blooming and withering, cicadas taking seven years to mature into insects, turning into feathers in one day and making the forest noisy, and the immortal road is endless. When life comes to an end, what's the point of several lives and deaths?
"Yeah, it's just a matter of death." Zhuo Chi, a monk with a bamboo pole, came to Gu Qing's side. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was already skinny and skinny, but after his essence and blood were drained, his pale face was as miserable as The two gentlemen before were ruined by one word.
"This fellow Taoist surnamed Lin is really free and easy." Shen Lu also came over. The man's white hair covered his face, making it difficult to see clearly. "Shen Lu, there is no wine today. If there is wine, I want to have a few big drinks with this Brother Lin!"
"No need, I'm not good at drinking."
Gu Qing refused coldly.
Shen Lu was startled.
Immediately he looked Gu Qing up and down and laughed.
Shen Lu's laughter was full of energy. I don't know whether it was because he had succeeded in practicing the secret art of blood refining or because Shen Lu had not been in the prison for a long time. After laughing for a while, Shen Lu shook his head and went back to the side. Meditate cross-legged.
The buck-toothed fat monk Zhao Wu, whose face was still ashen, as if he had lost his soul, pulled his arm out of the blood-colored wall and lay his body aside.
As for the tall guy with compact features, he was the first person in their prison to take out his arm. He had already gone to the corner to meditate.
There was a roar, and the cracked blood-colored walls on both sides closed, and several holes as thick as arms were covered.
Gu Qing memorized the locations of these holes and glanced at the flat mountain wall in front of him. He stretched out his hand to touch it, then sat cross-legged with his back to the wall, put his hands on his legs, and read through He picked up the secret book of blood refining in his hand.
Upon seeing this, Zhuo Chi and Pei Ying also sat not far away from him, each looking at the pamphlets in their hands.
…
"The Secret Art of Blood Refining...
It’s actually a simplified version of Yinsha Xuan Gong! "
Gu Qing's eyes were lowered, hiding his emotions.
After he got the booklet again, he casually flipped through it a few times and felt that it was very familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he immediately remembered the Yinsha Xuan Gong that he had obtained from the memory of Xue Lingzi of the Soul Sect.
"Is this Yin Sha Xuan Gong so magical that it can be practiced together with other skills?" Gu Qing's heart was moved again. He read the booklet in front of him from beginning to end, and then the Yin Sha Xuan Gong emerged in his mind. The cultivation method, "Thinking about it this way, I can directly try to practice the Yin Sha Xuan Gong. If I really fail to practice it, I can try the blood refining secret technique in this booklet."
The depletion of essence and blood made his eyes darken, with golden stars twinkling from time to time.
He recalled the training method of Yin Sha Xuan Gong, turned it over and over in his hands, and read the booklet recording the secret technique of blood refining. He did not close his eyes until two hours later.
The practice of Yin Sha Xuan Gong lies in two points.
One is to exhale spiritual energy.
No need to say more.
There are as many cultivation techniques in this world as stars, and they will be useless without spiritual energy.
The only thing that needs attention is that the breathing of spiritual energy in this Yinsha Xuan Gong does not incorporate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the Dantian, but incorporates the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the orifices of the whole body until it condenses into the 365 large orifices of the whole body. The so-called Yin Fu.
The Yin Talisman recorded in the Yin Sha Xuan Gong was a little complicated. Gu Qing sketched it in his mind and suddenly realized that the difficulty of practicing this Yin Sha Xuan Gong was probably far greater than ordinary techniques.
The second one is to exhale and absorb yin energy.
The so-called yin energy is very broad.
Such as death energy, blood energy, and cold energy can all be classified as yin energy.
This Yin Sha Xuan Gong opens up the 365 major orifices of the human body by breathing in the Yin Qi, and then uses the Yin to transform the evil spirits into a Yin Sha Cold Pill in the Jiang Palace of the human body.
The so-called Jianggong refers to the middle Dantian.
This Yin evil cold elixir is not the elixir of elixir-forming monks, but once it is formed, it has all kinds of incredible powers.
According to the records in Yin Sha Xuan Gong, after forming the Yin Sha Han Dan in Jiang Palace, the monks who practice this Yin Sha Xuan Gong will reach the level of Dzogchen in the foundation building stage.
Gu Qing's heart moved slightly.
When he obtained the Yinsha Mystic Technique from the memory of Xue Lingzi, he felt that the technique practiced by that guy was extremely weird, obscure, and difficult to understand. Now, it is no longer corroborated by the secret technique of blood refining. doubt.
It seems that this Yinsha Xuan Gong has a close relationship with him.
The powerful power of the soul makes Gu Qing's efficiency in absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth far greater than that of other people in the prison.
According to the records of Yin Sha Xuan Gong, he gathered the spiritual energy he breathed out into the Shenque Point. Shen Que Point is the foundation of life and the starting point of the practice of Yin Sha Xuan Gong.
For three days in a row, Gu Qing's legs became numb and he lost consciousness.
Now that the spiritual power around him has been suppressed, his physical body has lost the warmth of the spiritual power. The long-lost numbness in his legs reminds him of the time when he introduced Qi into his body many years ago.
This feeling is quite amazing.
He seemed to have returned to that dusk when the air was a bit humid. He looked like a young boy, sitting upright on the newly woven futon that smelled of cattails.
In front of him, stood his teacher, the charlatan.
Many long-standing memories have gradually become blurred, but Gu Qing has never forgotten this scene. Now it seems like it happened yesterday. He felt a sudden realization in his heart. A feeling of consciousness becoming extremely small appeared in the bottom of his heart. He immediately understood that the time had come. to.
Gu Qing mobilized his mind and visualized himself holding a talisman pen, and then he drew a Yin talisman in the Shenque acupoint. The moment the Yin talisman was formed, the spiritual energy he had gathered swarmed in, and the entire prison The spiritual energy in the prison and the entire cave was swept away, and it gathered towards Gu Qing. Many monks opened their eyes blankly, but because their spiritual power and soul power were blocked, they were unable to sense the flow of spiritual energy.
The numbness in his legs eased slightly. By imagining himself holding the talisman pen, the Yin talisman drawn by the seal slowly condensed in his Shenque acupoint and shimmered.
A light cyan Yin Talisman was condensed.
As the light cyan Yin Talisman condensed into the Divine Tower, Gu Qing noticed that the bloody bulge around his navel was turning into traces of blood, converging towards the Divine Tower.
After the blood energy was integrated into the Shenque Point, Gu Qing's blood essence, which was still depleted in the past three days, suddenly accelerated. A few breaths later, a roar came from behind him.
Gu Qing's eyes opened in time, and he turned his head to look behind him.
The bloody wall cracked on both sides, revealing a row of holes as thick as arms behind it, like the mouths of ferocious beasts, waiting for them to donate their blood.
He stood up and looked back, looking around at the cultivators in the cave.
Day by day, year by year, the monks who have always been regarded as "blood cows" are like puppets that have lost their vitality, leaving only lifelessness and numbness. This time, they, the newly captured monks, are not. The young man cursed loudly.
Withdrawing his gaze, Gu Qing stuffed his arm into the hole.
The same severe pain as last time came, and then he had just recovered some essence and blood, which was taken away very quickly. His face became even paler. He turned his head and looked at Zhuochi beside him. This bamboo-like Zhuochi was holding up against his body. The two dark circles under his eyes were sucked and his whole body trembled.
Gu Qing's eyebrows jumped slightly.
As this suction force appeared, he once again condensed a trace of consciousness, spreading upward along the hole as thick as the arm, and soon came into contact with the bloody miasma.
This time he did not take back his consciousness.
There was a tingling sensation between his eyebrows, which was the feeling of his consciousness being corroded. As he penetrated the bloody miasma, his consciousness was rapidly depleted, but he recklessly pushed his consciousness higher until When this thread of consciousness was about to disappear, he saw an extremely shocking scene, and immediately withdrew his consciousness suddenly, and the thread of consciousness escaped back to the center of his eyebrows at a thousand times speed.
The pain in his head was like being stabbed by needles, which made Gu Qing frown slightly, but his pale face remained indifferent.
"A giant several hundred feet tall, with bloody lines all over his body, what does the evil cultivator of the Soul Sect want?"
He was very shocked.
Just now, his consciousness felt that the bloody miasma above turned into a giant cocoon, and there was a giant several hundred feet tall. The giant's body was covered with blood-colored lines, and it curled up in the giant cocoon like a baby, as if it was in the giant cocoon. Sleeping.
Above the baby's belly button, there is an umbilical cord several dozen feet thick, connected to the giant blood-colored cocoon that gave birth to it.
In addition, when Gu Qing withdrew his consciousness, he vaguely noticed that there were six mountain peaks of different heights and densely covered with caves below. At this moment, the caves on all the peaks simultaneously condensed blood-colored light pillars. One after another, more than ten feet of blood-colored light pillars converged towards the blood-colored light above. A giant cocoon transformed from miasma.
